I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

That was before the millennium.

Because of the "little conflict" between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, the United States became the target of establishing power.

John, who was the Witch King at the time, had no choice but to go over and give a 'small warning', so that America had to come out to negotiate.

At that time, one of the negotiators was Root Ebush.

However, Root was not Secretary of State at the time, but a diplomat responsible for negotiating with the wizarding world.

Time changes.

Unexpectedly, a small diplomat at that time has now become the Secretary of State with less than ten thousand people.

Don't blame Hattie for being nervous.

Can an MI[-] agent not be nervous when he goes to meet the Secretary of State of the United States?

If you ask Natasha to meet the Cabinet Secretary, she will feel guilty.

Hattie stood behind John, trying to reduce her presence.

Secretary Root turned to look at John. When he saw the face, he felt it was familiar, but he couldn't recognize it.

It was as if someone had sealed a memory in his heart. After staring at John for a few seconds, he smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Wick."

"Hello, Secretary of State Bush." ​​John smiled, "I don't know what could make you come here."

When a Secretary of State came to the company in person, John would not feel that he was here for tea.

After letting Hattie go out to make tea, John walked over and sat down opposite the Secretary of State.

General Ross's eyelids jumped when he saw this move.

This guy really doesn't take the Secretary of State seriously.

Fortunately, Root was very well-educated, otherwise he would not have gone to negotiate with the Witch King with the president.

In a sense, Root saved America at that time.

It was with this credit and the support of the previous president that he rose from diplomat to secretary of state.

Root spoke: "I've always wanted to see you."

John raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for Root's next words.

"Stark Industries has closed its weapons department and now continues to provide weapons to the defense sector. Among the many companies, only Hammer Industries is the most prominent."

Root continued: "Steel soldiers, weapon boxes, I believe you should know that the military is negotiating the next batch of orders."

"The country invests hundreds of billions in the military every year so that the country can resist these dangers when dangers come."

"But those military expenditures seemed so weak when the aliens arrived."

Root looked at John's young face with deep eyes and said: "The emergence of the Iron Soldiers allows us to see the possibility of competing with forces outside the earth, so we plan to increase the purchase order."

"It's just that there's a thorny issue for the United States right now."

He stared at John and said word by word: "A British wizard controls this huge enterprise."

By the time he said this, John already understood what he meant.

A foreigner controls America's major arms supplier?

Not to mention the government, even the citizens will be resistant.

Hammer Industries is not the one that competed with Stark Industries before, but has become a dominant player.

Beings like Iron Soldiers that can compete with aliens are really unsettling in the hands of foreigners.

If Britain needs it one day, or conflicts break out, will Hammer Industries still provide weapons to the United States?

This requires a question mark.

"I can give you a choice," Secretary of State Rutte was overbearing and could not refuse. "You become an American, or an American becomes the president."

He stared at John, "No one would give the gun to an outsider unless I was unkind."

John smiled when he heard the options given by Root.

And laughed out loud.

"Are you afraid of me?" John shook his head and said, "A foreigner and a wizard."

Root acquiesced in this statement.

After all, he is the only one in the United States who knows the terrible wizard best.

One monster made the entire United States bow its head.

But he also understood that such existence must be rare.

Otherwise wizards would have ruled the world long ago.

Publicly and privately, he did not want John to continue to control Hammer Industries.

As he said, it was unsettling for foreign wizards to control these things.

John laughed dumbly, "Who do you think your opponent is?"

"Is it British? Or a wizard?" John asked sharply.

Secretary Root pondered slightly, and John shook his head and said, "None of them."

"Huh?" Root frowned, wanting to hear what John had to say.

John joked: "A month ago, there were countless aliens invading the sky above this city, causing havoc."

"The harm they caused has left an indelible shadow on this powerful country."

"The British? After all, they are people of the same world, but if they face foreign warriors, it will be a crisis for all mankind."

John stretched out his finger, "You need 100 people to control Captain America. How many people do you need to control Thor?"

"For a god, bullets cannot penetrate the skin, and missiles are nothing more than a hot bath to him."

He smiled half-heartedly and said, "Do you think the existence of these people is more dangerous than a military industrial enterprise?"

Root was lost in thought.

"We can all foresee the coming of the superhero era. The arrival of the Chitauri is a wake-up call. Our enemies are not within, but outside, not outside this country, but outside this world."

John said calmly: "We don't know how many Asgards and how many Chitauri there are in that out-of-reach starry sky."

"What we need is reinforcement. No matter which country they are, they are the same existence as us. They will die if they are shot, and they will hurt if they are burned."

"What follows will be an era of explosion of heroes, with more and more superhumans being born."

"When the time comes, superheroes have attracted global attention. Can the country's laws restrain this group of people?"

Root was completely silent.

Even the way General Ross looked at John was different.

It felt like meeting a soulmate.

The existence of superheroes is that one person is the enemy of the country.

To restrain such a person is more dangerous than a military industrial enterprise.

The external threats are far more terrifying than the internal dangers. If it weren't for the Avengers in New York, the city would have been occupied by the Chitauri.

General Ross felt even deeper. When he hunted down the Hulk, he used the power of the army.

But that doesn't have much effect, the tank can be smashed by his punch.

There used to be a super soldier, now there's Iron Man, the Hulk, Thor.

What's next?

Who knows if more will pop up.

Compared with these things, John, the foreign boss, has become less important.

But when Root came in person, it was naturally not that easy to deal with.

"You are all using my energy, and you are still afraid that I will damage your weapons?" John said quietly.

General Ross stagnated. Can the electricity consumption for people's livelihood be the same as that for military industry?

Not without reason.

The specifics still depend on Secretary Root’s arrangements.

After Root thought for a long time, he raised his eyes again, with a decision already in his eyes.

...

Inside Tony Stark's mansion.

This is a villa right next to the coast.

The interior is filled with all kinds of high technology, and it also has Tony's favorite laboratory.

A month passed, and several new suits of armor appeared in Tony's laboratory.

And production continues.

Ivan didn't know what to think when he saw this iteration speed.

The new armor has a new control method, which is controlled by artificial intelligence Jarvis.

I have to say that meeting Jarvis that day would be a hundredfold bonus.

At this time, Tony was working on a new steel armor in the laboratory.

These days, he can't sleep.

A sense of urgency and anxiety lingered in my heart.

He'd been waking up after only an hour of sleep for a week.

He can always dream about what happened in New York a month ago.

New York was still being repaired now, and he remembered that scene, with Chitauri soldiers swarming in.

The more I think about it, the more anxious I become.

Sometimes, only wearing the armor can make him feel safe.

Every time a situation appeared in his mind, he would create a suit of armor to deal with that situation.

In the fully automated production studio, Tony squinted for a while.

In his sleep, the eyes under his eyelids moved wildly.

Sweat broke out on his forehead.

The door opened, and he turned around suddenly, startling the little pepper that came.

"What's wrong with you, Tony?" Pepper asked with concern when she saw Tony was sweating profusely.

Tony subconsciously said: "Me? I'm fine, I just feel my neck is a little sore."

Little Pepper complained after hearing this: "You can go back to your room and sleep."

Tony disagreed and said: "I also have to supervise the production of Mark 13."

For a moment just now, he could hardly breathe in his dream.

But he didn't tell Pepper all this.

...